Erica came to have lunch with me, and we went to On The Border, because I thought that I deserved mexican food and table service. We were seated immediately, and then sat there for 20 minutes before a busboy noticed us and brought us chips and salsa. Another 7 minutes, and a waiter came by to say that we weren't in his section but he would help us anyway.
It really isn't my week.
On the bright side, my burrito was great. And nobody cared that I returned to the office well after my hour was over.